They say I'm enigmatic,  

Yet I find myself lost in notions, so mnemonic.  

Melancholy runs violently through my veins,  

Am I too malignant to be heard by God’s reign?

People love to misinterpret,  

But my scars don’t tell the secrets kept. 

Never disclosed how they shattered my soul,

Is it too late to play the “Perfect one” role?

Time passes by,

Freezing me, leaving my eyes dry.

And I look up to the sky for something

I may never find.

O dear life, have you sworn an oath,  

To turn my tears into meaningless froth?

There's more to life I console myself,

Sighing and keeping my desires unfed.

The inner me cries, "Who actually am I"?

Voidness replies “Know thyself you're no special sprite!”

Am I nothing but a menace in disguise?  

Who can I embrace, where do truth and hope lie?

All that’s left is this hushed vacuity 

Someday I want to get reincarnated as a flower of serenity.

A desolate heart || Waseka Mehrin

Waseka Mehrin, a 12th grader at Viqarunnisa Noon School and College, channels her emotions into poetry whenever she’s feeling low. She’s a firm believer in dreaming big and shooting for the moon.